I'm so upset as I write this. My stomach is in knots. I'm waiting for the police to come to make a report.
Yesterday I went to sew at church. Packed all my things and put them in my rolling bag and was off. Came home but didn't take the bag out because I was going to be sewing with my quilting circle today. Today, I have other stuff to put in the car before I leave for a class and then quilting. My sewing bag isn't in the car! It's gone. I go back in the house to make sure I didn't bring it into the house. Not there.
I've been robbed!
I swear I locked the car like I always do, but I must not have this time.
So, I guess I have nothing to do but make an inventory of what is in that bag while I wait for the police. I want to cry.
Yesterday I went to sew at church. Packed all my things and put them in my rolling bag and was off. Came home but didn't take the bag out because I was going to be sewing with my quilting circle today. Today, I have other stuff to put in the car before I leave for a class and then quilting. My sewing bag isn't in the car! It's gone. I go back in the house to make sure I didn't bring it into the house. Not there.
I've been robbed!
I swear I locked the car like I always do, but I must not have this time.
So, I guess I have nothing to do but make an inventory of what is in that bag while I wait for the police. I want to cry.
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